Introspection
Deluded by life over all.
Scratch and climbing at a wall.
Tomorrow, is thought to bring hope again.
Succumb, as today it seems never to end.
Trust shattered, left desolate, withdrawn again.
Death beckons like an old friend.
Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019
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